By Aedín Jane
Photo “Agoo, la union” By Irish Mae Llavore
I bite my lip
act surprised when it bleeds / lap up
the red / the clementine Sara peels paints
her fingers sticky / the sunset dips
us in gold / her hair swells into terracotta
flames / I swallow a segment / chasing away
words clogging my throat / rings glint as Sara rolls
orange spheres between palms / the sharp tang
of citrus fills my nose / stings my skin
a single piece for me / the rest
for her / underside of our nails stuffed
with sour mush / she sucks away / between her
mouth and mine / there’s much
we don’t say / an orange sits
in the knitted bag / since Sara left
I’ve lost my taste
Aedín Jane
Aedín Jane is a twenty-one-year-old Irish poet and writer studying English with Creative Writing at UCD, who’s currently on exchange at the University of Connecticut in America. She likes reading on public transport and people-watching for inspiration. She enjoys fiction novels and emotional poetry, and she’s currently working on refining her poetry and working towards a collection.
